‘Tell me about the convent? Were you happy there? They were kind to you, the nuns?’ ‘Oh, but yes. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. ” “I may have to run,” said her father, with an appeal to his watch. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention.
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